Sing me to sleep
And I'll rock in your eyes
And dream of the summer wood
In St Maximin
Glowing leaf-light
Looks so like butterflies...
And the well where I empty my pockets -
Pitch black pearing back
At the deep blue sky
It's hot.
Is that my pulse or
Just the cicadas singing
Me to sleep
And i'll rock in your eyes
And dream...
Is that you or
Just another clump of wild irises?
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